This is a song about "Master chief"

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

I can smell it when i go outside

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits